From Best Friend To Fiancé
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me. I’ve been replaying every sound you made, every way you came apart for me.” His grip tightened. “I’m not letting that go. I’m not letting you go. Fuck the friendship. I want you.”
I let out a little gasp. His thumb rubbed across my lower lip.
“I don’t just want to fuck you—I want to keep you. You’re my favorite sin, and I’ll commit it again and again until you understand you’re mine.” His lips twitched a little. “You’ve always been mine, Savannah.”
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Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong?
Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer—until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken… and now belongs to her sister.
A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor.
To survive it, Savannah brings a date—her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who’s always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy.
Until fake kisses start to feel real.
Now Savannah’s torn between keeping up the act… or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.
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Chapter: A Badass Team Chapter 189: A Badass Team Roman Before now, there were certain conversations I used to avoid with Savannah—topics I tiptoed around, things I buried deep because I knew how ugly they could get once they reached her ears. I’d imagine her reaction, imagine the explosion, imagine the storm gathering in her eyes… and I’d decide it was better to just hold it all in.Savannah was many things, but predictable was not one of them. And angry Savannah? God help whoever summoned that version. She had fire, teeth, claws. She could tear a man’s sanity apart with nothing but her voice and her rage. So I kept things from her. Out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of self-preservation.But something’s changing. In her. In me. In us.Lately I’ve found myself telling her things I would’ve swallowed in the past. And she listens—quietly, fully, present. I don’t know if I’ve learned how to soften the blow and gently ease her into these topics… or if she’s finally learned how to keep her emotions containe
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Birthday Girl Chapter 188: Birthday GirlSavannah My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Savannah.”The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately. Roman was sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart-shaped cake, a single candle flickering weakly.I blinked, groggy and confused. “Oh, fuck. I’m thirty.” My palm hit my forehead. “I actually forgot it was today.”He smiled — that calm, teasing smile that made it impossible to be embarrassed around him. “Good thing I remembered, baby.”He extended the cake toward me. “Come on, my love. Blow the candle before the wax ruins my masterpiece.”My heart squeezed a little. I sat up, brushed my hair off my face, and leaned in. He held my hair back gently, his fingers brushing the nape of my neck.I closed my eyes, made a quick wish—please let this h
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Chapter: On My Terms Chapter 187: On My TermsThird Person POV Reese’s breath came in sharp bursts, his dick twitching beneath her, pre-cum leaking through the towel. "You’re a fucking tease," he snarled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric. His thumbs found her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she cried out, her back arching.The effect of that action was electric. Lizzie could have sworn she wasn't the one moaning so loud. But she didn’t stop. She rode him harder, her nails raking down his hard chest, her mouth finding his again in a messy, desperate kiss. His hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, squeezing her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth, completely overwhelmed with blinding pleasure. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers, his dick pressing heavily against her thigh. His lips never left hers as his hands yanked at the neckline of her nightgown, tugging it down until her breasts
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Chapter: Try And Stop Me Chapter 186: Try And Stop Me Third Person POV Reese stepped out, his broad shoulders still glistening with droplets of water, the white towel slung low around his hips doing little to hide the thick outline of his dick beneath. His damp hair was slicked back from the shower. He exhaled slowly, the tension in his muscles easing—until his gaze landed on Elizabeth.“Damn it.” He hissed under his breath. “I thought I told you to leave.” She stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed beneath her breasts, her nightgown was still clinging to her curves in a way that made it painfully obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples, the way her breath hitched when their eyes met. Her jaw was set, her lips pressed into a stubborn line as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. But there was a flicker in her gaze—something hotter than defiance."Why are you still here?" Reese said, his voice rough, the low timbre of it
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Chapter: Go To Sleep Chapter 185: Go To Sleep Lizzie“I’m going with you. I don’t care if you fancy the idea or not. It’s not your decision to make, Reese.”My voice was steady. I didn’t shout. I didn’t whine. I said it like a fact. A non-negotiable statement of reality.Reese didn’t even bother turning around as he walked ahead. “You’re not doing shit, Elizabeth.”I followed right behind him, practically glued to him like a second shadow. Roman had dipped the moment the tension picked up, muttering something like “I should check on Savannah.” He left me alone with Reese. I still wasn’t sure whether that was accidental or strategic.Reese moved through the hallway with that slow, purposeful walk of his. The type that said he didn’t need to raise his voice to be the one in charge.He pushed open the door to his room. I planted myself in the doorway before he could close it.“And who are you to tell me what to do?” I asked, chin lifted. “You’re not my father. You’re not my husband. Even if you were, I woul
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Chapter: Where Are The Tapes? Chapter 184: Where Are The Tapes?Reese The kitchen was warm in that quiet, late-night way that felt unreal. The kind of warmth that only comes when the house is sleeping and the world outside is black and still. The cake baked slowly in the oven. The overhead light cast a soft yellow glow that made the flour particles floating in the air look like dust motes dancing. The scent of vanilla, sugar and freshly baked cake lingered between us. Almost comforting.Roman had barely spoken through most of the baking. His movements were automatic and slow. Scoop. Level. Pour. Stir. He looked like a man who was trying not to think but failing miserably. His jaw clenched when something crossed his mind. His shoulders tightened and released. His breathing was just a little too careful, like he was holding himself together with thread.I watched him in small glances. I did not press him with questions. I did not poke at wounds that were already bleeding. I knew grief when I saw it. The raw kind. T
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A Rich Man’s Wife
Marilyn married a rich man for revenge.
But she didn’t expect to fall into bed with his son.
Victor Fontaine is cold, ruthless, and twice her age. He destroyed her family—and now he’s her husband. The marriage was never about love. It was never about his last name.
It was about getting close enough to ruin him.
Everything was going perfectly…
Until Cody showed up.
Victor’s estranged son is dark, reckless, sharp-tongued, and dangerous in all the wrong ways. With tattoos, secrets, and eyes that see straight through her designer fabrics, he’s everything she should avoid.
But when he kisses her like he hates her and touches her like he owns her, her perfect plan begins to fall apart.
Because Cody doesn’t want revenge.
He wants her.
And in this house, loving the wrong man could get them both killed.
But Victor is always two steps ahead.
And Marilyn is about to find out what it really means to be...
A Rich Man’s Wife.
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Chapter: A Rich Man’s ClubChapter 5: A Rich Man's ClubTwo Days Later Marilyn’s hands couldn't stop shaking in the car, no matter how much she tried to calm herself. Her dress that cost thousands of dollars felt itchy and prickly against her skin and she knew why. The smoke. The fire. The reminder. The smell of burning bodies. Victor leaned back in his seat and observed his wife who looked like she was seconds away from exploding into a full-blown panic attack. “What's wrong with you, Marilyn?” He asked with the patience of a lit fuse. Her heart was violently thudding against her ribcage as she tried to hold in the intense urge of throwing up her lunch. “Must have been the sushi.” She lied, too quickly. “had one too many after shopping.” But her eyes didn't lie. Marilyn was staring straight ahead at something. Victor followed her gaze and it landed on the performers outside the club. The Fire-breathers and The Fire-spinners. Victor sensed she told a lie because she told it in the most untrue way.
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Chapter: A Rich Wife’s LieChapter 4: A Rich Wife's Lie. “Should I call security… or are you two just into weird foreplay?”She turned to him, pulse hammering. Her mission was slipping through her fingers. And now, so was her control.He leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between her and Nina.She knew Cody wasn’t stupid. And he’d just seen too much. Nina gave Cody a long, amused glance before gliding past him. “You Fontaine men are always interrupting things.” Her voice coiled like smoke as she whispered in Marilyn’s ear. “The Branch always keeps an eye on its thorns.”She immediately vanished like a shadow, her heels echoing down the hall. Marilyn stood frozen, her wrist still burning from Nina’s nails.Then Cody stepped closer, curious and sharp-eyed.“Marilyn,” he said, voice slow and low, “you want to tell me why my father’s wife was cornered by a woman who looks like she runs a poison ring in Prague?”Marilyn inhaled, gathering herself like a veil. No panic. No flinch. Just the tilt of her chin, the
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Chapter: A Rich Son’s SportChapter 3: A Rich Son’s Sport.The Fontaine name didn’t belong at the racetrack. It was loud, hot, and raw. Smelling of rubber and fuel and sweat. Marilyn stepped onto the VIP platform in heels and designer sunglasses, diamonds glittering at her throat.No one would guess that this dressed up lady's mind was anywhere else but here. She was still stuck on the awkward breakfast from the previous day which had ended with a furious Victor storming out of the room and Marilyn ending up with lingerie she wanted nothing to do with. Everything had been in order. Everything was going according to plan. But now it wasn't. And it was because of two reasons; The first reason was Cody. And the second being that Victor had no intentions of touching her. At their wedding, she had barely gotten a peck on the cheek from him. And on their wedding night, he made her sing for him. The Victor Fontaine that she had studied for months would never pass up an opportunity with a pretty, young woman. H
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Chapter: A Rich Man’s SonChapter 2: A Rich Man's Son“Did you like the show?” Cody grinned. “Are you always this crude, or do you save it just for women married to your father?”Her response seemed to excite and possibly intrigue him too. “Only the ones who watch me while they bite their lip.”Marilyn stared at the inked menace as he stepped into the light.Shirtless, smug, every inch the arrogant bastard he was raised to be. She should’ve slapped him. She should’ve walked away. But her legs didn’t move. And her core still throbbed.Then it dawned on her. “You live here as well?” “Bingo!” He swung himself onto the edge of the table like it was his throne and slowly took in the beauty standing in front of him. His father's new wife. What a shame. She could’ve had fire. Instead she picked frost.“For Victor's sake, make better choices next time.” She raised her chin high. The brunette from earlier walked to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.” She purred before disappearing into the night. H
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Chapter: A Rich Man’s Wedding Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile. An overnight viral sensation and now one of the most influential women in the world at just twenty-five, was on the grand marble steps of the Fontaine Estate, in a designer gown worth more than her childhood home. “Mr. Fontaine, how does it feel to marry someone almost less than half your age?” “Marilyn, are you planning to join The Real Housewives of Manhattan?” “How does it feel to go from waitress to wife?” Marilyn knew better than anyone how much the press lov
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Chapter: Scotch, Scandal and SexChapter 5: Scotch, Scandal and Sex.Kyle's lips were hot against mine. He was fire and I was ice. I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward. My lips crushed against his, all teeth and urgency, and he didn’t hesitate. He growled into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist, lifting me with ease as my legs wrapped around his torso. We crashed into the wall, knocking down a framed picture. Neither of us cared.He stopped. Warning signs were going off at the back of my head but I was suddenly deaf. Heck, I've only known Kyle for what? A day or two?“You’re drunk,” he muttered against my lips.I stared at him, lips parted. “I want you to ruin me.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Don’t say that.”“Why not?”“Because I’ll do it.”We just stared at each other. He reached out, slowly brushing his fingers down my cheek, over the slope of my jaw. “Are you sure?”“I know what I’m doing,” I breathed, my voice a ragged whisper. “Just… don’t be gentle. Don’t make it sweet. I don’t want romanc
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Chapter: I See RedChapter 4: I See Red. Austin Lowell, you messed with the wrong woman. Today, Austin was going to be smiling and spewing lies through his crooked front teeth at Senator Grant Whitmore's press conference after tarnishing my image and reputation the way he did? Absolutely fucking not. Not if I can help it. My car's speed limit had gone in the red and I was deaf to Uncle Marcus's calls that came every two seconds. I'd forgotten he said he was dropping by today. Well, I'm not picking up until I've done what I have in mind. Knowing my uncle, he's only going to try and convince me not to. Hell no. Because of that sorry excuse for a man, I spent the whole night explaining everything to a confused Raymond, over the phone at three in the morning. It was all a huge lie crafted by his wife and my ex-husband to make themselves seem like the victims. Austin had gone on national media, painted me as the villain, claimed I had slept with my cousin’s husband? The audacity. The evil.The worst
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Chapter: Getting To Know Chapter 3: Getting To KnowI spent the next fifteen minutes pacing the apartment while he nonchalantly lounged on the couch, sipping his beer and flipping through channels like he lived there alone. Like my being there was just some mild inconvenience.There was only one bathroom. One couch. One kitchen. And only one bed in the main room. "That’s my room," he said when I opened the door across from the hallway. "I already claimed it.""There were supposed to be two bedrooms.""The second one’s barely big enough for a bed frame. Good luck."“Are you for real?” “I'm as real as real, sweetheart.” I'm just a few seconds away from calling the police on his crazy ass. I found the said room and stared at the shoebox-sized space with a narrow window and no closet. Basically a storage unit masquerading as a bedroom. Great. There's no way I'm lasting a month here with his psychotic ass. I returned to the living room. "You leave your boots by the door, but your towel on the floor. You re
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Chapter: The Roommate Mix-upChapter 2: The Roommate Mix-up A few weeks later…“Sign here and we'll be done with this.” My hand moved immediately, scribbling my signature on the divorce papers in front of me. My soon-to-be ex-husband, Austin Lowell, sat across from me. His face a mask of guilt and shame. The scar on his brow? My best work so far. I've known him for nine years since our college days and we've been married for five years. But all that was gone now. The bastard betrayed me. I slid the fountain pen across the table and swallowed the lump in my throat. “That's everything, right?” Austin looked up from his phone and gave a stiff nod, “My lawyer will file it before noon.” I hated how composed he was in that darn charcoal suit. As if he never hurt me. As if we didn't spend many nights naming our imaginary children. I picked up my purse and stood to leave. “I'll be leaving first.” He got up too. And for the first time since today, looked me in the eye. “Rena, I'm truly sorry for what I did. I ne
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Chapter: The End Of An Era Chapter 1: The End of An Era. The moan wasn't mine. I stopped mid-step in the foyer, suitcase still in hand, heart kicking hard in my chest. The anger towards my cousin for standing me up at the airport vanished. The crazy airline that frustrated me, suddenly out the window. That high-pitched, breathless sound was unmistakable. And it was coming from my bedroom.Our bedroom. I blinked, trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was the jetlag. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe I was hallucinating.Then I heard it again. Another moan. Louder and dirtier. This time it was followed by a male grunt that turned my blood to ice.Austin. My husband. My suitcase hit the floor with a dull thud as I raced up the stairs, the bouquet of lilies that I had gotten for him were instantly trampled on. I ran past the kitchens, and down the hall until I stood in front of our bedroom door. The moan was louder now. I pushed the door open, dreading what I'd find inside. But nothing could actually prepare m
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